This Lord is Too Cruel

"Huh?" Feng Aotian put down the teacup in his hand and said solemnly.

"Princess Mu is heading to the master's place now." The soul continued.

"When did you leave?" Feng Aotian's eyes narrowed.

"Last night." The soul replied in a low voice.

"The sky is freezing cold, what he ran to do, he didn't care about his own body." Feng Aotian said coldly, his tone full of distress.

The soul lowered her head and said, "Since Concubine Mu woke up, she waited for the master to return. Later, when Xu Ye learned about the master, he rushed over."

"Are you going to meet him?" Wei Zimo asked softly, staring at Feng Aotian.

Feng Aotian leaned in his arms, she wanted to go, but now...

Wei Zimo looked at her, "If you don't rest assured, go to meet you, there is me here."

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him with a smile, "Really sensible."

Wei Zimo snorted coldly, and said, "As long as you remember me well, you will double to compensate me in the future."

"Okay." Feng Aotian responded with a smile. She knew that Mu Hanjin hadn't forgotten her, or rushed to see her when he had forgotten her, but now it is a winter day with snow and ice, what is his body? Can bear it?

Wei Zimo looked at Feng Aotian. She had just returned less than a day before she wanted to leave. He hugged her tightly and said, "When will you leave?"

"Leave after noon," Feng Aotian said softly.

"With Long Yin?" Wei Zimo couldn't help asking.

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "Long Yin is with him, so I feel relieved."

"Don't you feel uneasy if I stay with me?" Wei Zimo rubbed Feng Aotian's cheek, and asked dissatisfiedly.

Feng Aotian chuckled, "Why don't you go with him?"

"If there is him, where is my part." Wei Zimo let go of Feng Aotian, "Stop lunch earlier, rest for a while, and then leave."

"Good." Feng Aotian nodded in response.

Accompanying Wei Zimo to stop lunch, Feng Aotian leaned in his arms and took a nap, then set off, leading Long Yin to Feng Qiguo.

Standing in the restaurant, Wei Zimo watched her leaving. He felt that if he continued to do this, he would really become a mastermind stone.

He turned around, sat down next to the book, flipping through the books, and busy himself.

Feng Aotian was walking eagerly this time, but it had only stopped snowing for a few days. For some reason, there was heavy snowfall today. She braved the wind and snow and hurried forward.

Looking at Feng Aotian, Long Yin couldn't help but feel distressed, "Wang Zun, the wind and snow are too heavy now, and your body has not recovered yet."

Feng Aotian turned his eyes to look at Long Yin, raised his hand to embrace him, "I'm not cold with you."

Long Yin leaned in her arms, clasped her waist with one hand, tapped her toes, and the two of them shuttled in the wind and snow, letting snow fall on them, and their figures were drowned in a flash. In the blizzard.

Inside the Fengqi State Palace, Lan Jingshu watched the heavy snow outside the window, and there was no wind holding an oil paper umbrella. The snow fell lightly and fell on the oil paper umbrella. He was dressed in a snow-white brocade robe, compatible with the heavy snow, and walked forward slowly. As he walked, he left shallow footprints on the bluestone paved with snow, and was immediately covered by the wind and snow.

No wind entered the bedroom, closed the oil-paper umbrella, Jingxi took it, and retreated to the side.

He stepped inside and saw Lan Jingshu standing with his hand in front of the window, allowing the snowflakes to blow away and knocking them down on his clothes and cheeks. He didn't do anything.

"Are you worried about Mu Hanjin?" Wufengjin moved to one side on its own, raised his hand and moved his wrist. Lan Jing closed the window frame before writing. He then sat down, his indifferent eyes moved slightly, and he sat on one side. He took a sip of the full tea.

Lan Jingshu turned his eyes to look at Wufeng, saw that he was unharmed, and then said, "It's a blizzard, his body..."

No wind looked at him, "He can hold on."

"Yeah." Lan Jingshu replied warmly, and then stepped forward slowly, sitting on the other side of the windless side, placing the teacup in his palm, gently warming it.

The windless side looked at him, "You don't have to worry about the emperor's place. Although she has been damaged a bit, she has been running around a bit, but Han Jin can last a little longer, so she can adjust her breath more."

"Why don't you follow him?" Lan Jingshu always feels that there is no wind, and he gets twice the result with half the effort.

Wufeng raised his eyes and looked at him, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "There is someone beside her to help her, so naturally I don't need to use me."

"You mean Long Yin?" Lan Jingshu couldn't help asking.

"Yeah." Wufeng nodded, "He is a Shenlong, and he will naturally guard her."

"You can understand everything." Lan Jingshu smiled softly, "Yi Mu used to be a perfect person, but unfortunately, he is a fan of the authorities."

No wind looked at Lan Jingshu, "He is fine now."

"Even if it's good, it's just an empty shell without a soul." Lan Jingshu's mouth raised a touch of bitterness, and he looked down and played with the teacup.

Wufeng smiled indifferently and looked at Lan Jingshu, "What about you?"

"Me?" Lan Jingshu raised his eyes and looked at Wufeng. "What do you mean?"

"I envy you." Wufeng said lightly, "You always have your place in her heart."

The corner of Lan Jingshu's mouth raised slightly, "As long as there is it."

No wind chuckled again, "Yes, as long as there is it."

Five days later, Feng Aotian and Long Yin rode "Aoxue" out of the border of Caiguo, but stopped halfway through.

Long Yin raised his eyes and looked at the border gate of Wu Yue Kingdom. "Wang Zun, how come back here?"

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "He is already waiting for the Lord here."

"With his speed, it won't be so fast." Long Yin couldn't help but wonder.

The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth raised slightly, and then he stepped into the Furong Pavilion. As expected, Zi Huan looked at her and hurriedly greeted her, "Master, Consort Mu is already waiting for you in the house."

Feng Aotian nodded slightly, stepped upstairs, stood at the door of the house, pushed the door and entered, and saw Mu Hanjin sitting on the soft couch, his body was not stained with wind or snow, crescent robe It was as elegant as water, and his jade-like face looked a bit pale. Although his complexion was not very good, it was the best state he could show.

Long Yin did not go in, but stood outside the door. Feng Aotian slowly walked in front of him and held him in his arms, "Are you going to die?"

Mu Hanjin leaned quietly in her arms, "The minister misses the emperor."

After he woke up that day, he realized that he still remembered her, but Wufeng told him that if he had not experienced the ninth death within a month, then he would never wake up after the next faint.

He was afraid that he would not see the last side of him when he was awake, he was afraid that he would never feel her warm embrace, could not see her smile, could not hold her in his arms, and he was afraid that he could not keep on forever. she was.

Feng Aotian knew his current situation from where there is no wind. She pulled him to sit on the soft couch and stroked his face, "Lean again."

"The minister is not in the way." Mu Hanjin looked at her with a smile, "The emperor, did the minister affect your plan?"

Feng Aotian shook his head and stopped looking at him, and said in a low voice, "There is nothing more important than you in this world."

Mu Hanjin's thoughts moved, as if a fire was injected into her body in this cold winter, he hugged her tightly, and deeply absorbed the unique breath of her body. With her words, he died without regret. .

Feng Aotian allowed him to do this. She hasn’t seen him these days. She knows how hard he suffered. She vomited blood several times, but she still managed to survive. If he hadn’t missed her, she would have passed out now. She couldn't make it to the past, but he insisted on watching her.

Feng Aotian kissed his forehead, "Is it good for you to take you back to the Feng Clan?"

"Yeah." Mu Hanjin nodded, "Where the emperor goes, the minister will go."

The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth raised slightly, staring down at him, and slowly kissing his lips, with a touch of warmth in the cold, just like his people, with perseverance in the elegance.

Standing outside the house, Long Yin could feel the ambiguous breath coming from inside the house, as well as the inevitable tenderness, and Feng Aotian's words echoed in his ears, "There is nothing more important in this world than you."

He knew what Mu Hanjin meant in her heart. He envied that Hanjin could occupy such a big place in her heart, so what about him?

Feng Aotian did not delay, but just took a short rest, and left with Mu Hanjin.

The two rode the "Taxue" that Mu Hanjin was riding when they came, but returned to Fengqi Country in three days.

But Long Yin rode "Aoxue", although the speed was extremely fast, it was still two days late.

Feng Aotian took Mu Hanjin back to the Feng Clan. Mu Hanjin's expression was not as good as before, and she was shaking uncontrollably. She hurriedly helped him back to the Medicine Room.

Wufeng seemed to have known that they would come back at this time and waited in the medicine room early in the morning.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at the windlessness he hadn't seen for a long time, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, "How good are these days?"

"Yeah." Wufeng raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, his expression was better than Mu Hanjin, but it was worse. He still walked forward unhurriedly and sat down with Mu Hanjin's support. He took the pulse for him, and then said, "It's okay, as long as you are lucky to meditate."

Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and glanced at No Wind, with a gentle smile on the corners of her mouth, then slowly closed her eyes and began to get lucky.

Wufeng stepped forward, holding Feng Aotian's pulse, his indifferent eyes flashed coldly for the first time, "Just take care of yourself like this?"

The first time Feng Aotian saw Wufeng's light and windy appearance, she was stunned. She was startled at first, then lowered her head to see that he had pulled her wrist and walked out.

Feng Aotian glanced at Mu Hanjin sideways, and allowed him to pull out of the medicine room. Wufeng always had a gloomy face and heavy snow hit him. He did not hold the oil paper umbrella and let him go. With the wind hitting his brocade robe, he raised his arm and took Feng Aotian into his arms to cover her from the wind and snow, but his face was hurt by the wind and snow, but he was unmoved.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him. Suddenly, she felt that no wind seemed to have faded the mask he had originally covered. She wanted to say something, but seeing his face gloomy, she stopped talking.

No wind led him into the house where he lived in Suri. The charcoal fire was burning in the house, which was very warm. He took her to sit on the soft couch, squatted halfway and took off her boots that were stepping on the snow. He lay down with her and covered her with the velvet blanket, he turned and walked into the house.

Seeing that his movements were done in one go, Feng Aotian couldn't help but follow his gaze, and saw that he took out a porcelain bottle from the medicine box. The handsome and breezy face was somewhat cold, not as indifferently as before. , She thought, and then stared at him.

No wind poured out two pills of medicine into her mouth, took the kettle on the side, poured a cup of hot water, and fed her personally.

Feng Aotian opened her mouth and swallowed it happily. Then she saw Wufeng retreat her shoes, then got on the soft couch, pulled her into her arms, and sighed in a low voice, "You know what your body is today. Can't change blood?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, and his body lost for a long time after his painstaking effort. Although he had been raised for a month, he rushed back and forth and healed Yi Mu. Now if he doesn't take care of him, his body will be better. Question, let alone exchange his blood? But Feng Aotian is stubborn, even if she kills her at this moment, she will exchange her blood for Mu Hanjin.

"You know, even if you forcibly exchange blood for him, even if he is alive, he is not as good as death." Of course, Wufeng knew her temperament and said coldly.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, but felt that such a person's mind was more transparent than anyone else, and seemed to be able to perceive everyone's mind, but he was so calm and calm that it didn't matter to him. Perhaps, there is no one in this world who can see clearly than he, but he is unwilling to see, even if he does, he does not want to say, always watching the good show as a bystander. , Even if others caused tragedy or died because of this, he was unmoved, but now, he exposed his original temperament for her.

"Look at what I am doing?" Wufeng lowered his head to see her stared, her cheeks were dyed pink, and her complexion improved a lot. He breathed a sigh of relief. With a little force on his arm, he held her tightly in his arms, "I never I have never been so scared, angry, worried, or scared like Shijae."

Feng Aotian stroked his chest lightly, "There is a master."

"You are always like this. You like to carry everything by yourself. It always makes me helpless." Wufeng raised her hand and held her hand on her own heart, gently rubbing it, "My heart hurts very much. ."

Feng Aotian evoked a smile, "Distressed?"

"Yeah." Wufeng is not a person who likes to talk, but he likes to expose all his thoughts in front of her, "You make me feel bad."

Feng Aotian rubbed his cheek against his heart, and whispered, "Master will be fine."

"A few more days." Wufeng knew that she would not change his mind. He must now find blood that could match her, and then inject it into her body.

Feng Aotian was leaning against the windless arms. Xu was too tired to travel these days, and Xu was so badly hurt these days. She suddenly felt that his embrace was so safe and made her feel more at ease. Sleep in peace like this.

Wufeng heard the even breathing sound from his chest, and the corner of his mouth raised a faint smile unexpectedly. She had never slept peacefully in his arms like this.

He kept this posture motionless, lowered his head and just stared at her quietly, until after a long time, he was reluctant to leave, he was reluctant to move, for fear that a little movement of himself would destroy this picture.

When Feng Aotian woke up, the sky was dark and the room was not lit. She opened her eyes, but she was able to meet the wind and look at her at the first glance. She slowly sat up from his arms. , And then with a flick of her fingertips, the inside of the room lit up. She raised her eyes to look at the windless, "Just look at the Lord?"

No wind randomly got off the soft couch, and walked out without a word.

Feng Aotian stared at him like this again, only to realize that his temper was not small.

The corners of her mouth raised slightly, and then she got up and walked out. The Xuanyue in the middle of the night was very faint, and the silver light was shining on the school floor, and she looked up at Wufeng standing in the snow in a snow-white brocade robe. , Fengzi Junyi, at first glance, it looks like a fairy from beyond the clouds.

She turned around, took the cloak and walked out, walked behind him and put it on him, holding his somewhat cold hand, "Isn't it cold?"

"The moonlight tonight is so beautiful." Wufeng looked at him sideways, with a faint smile on his lips.

Feng Aotian was startled slightly, then leaned in his arms, raised his eyes and looked at the half-curved Xuanyue, "It's really beautiful."

There was no wind around her, and the two stopped talking, just looking up at the moonlight.

The sky was getting colder and colder, and Wufeng reluctantly held her hand and entered the medicine room, and saw that Mu Hanjin was still adjusting her breath, and Feng Aotian's eyes flashed with regret. , Stepped forward slowly, squatting down beside him, seeing cold sweat on his forehead, and no blood on his lips.

Wufeng stood aside, watching her stare at Mu Hanjin in a daze.

Feng Aotian gradually withdrew his gaze, turned and looked at No Wind, "Master is hungry."

"Then you wait." Wufeng took his hand and left the medicine room, and then walked to the small kitchen on the side.

Feng Aotian watched him take off his cloak, rolled up the snow-white brocade robe, skillfully lit the fire, and cooked quietly.

She leaned to the side, staring at it like this, watching the sacred people cooking, it was really a pleasing thing to watch.

I don't know how long it took, and there was no wind to cook a few light side dishes, cooked nutritious porridge, raised his eyes and looked at her, "Go back to the house."

Feng Aotian’s eyebrows and eyes were warm. She felt that the people next to her were all those who went to the hall and went to the kitchen. She smiled and held the tray, holding him some of them after cleaning his hands. With a few threads of slippery hands, he walked out slowly.

After entering the house, Feng Aotian put down the tray and looked up at him, "You used to be a self-sufficient person?"

"Yeah." Wufeng nodded. He used to live in the mountains, and Su Ri had prepared his own food, clothing, shelter and transportation.

Feng Aotian smiled and picked up the spoon, scooped up the porridge, blew it gently, and then took a sip, feeling that the mouth was very smooth.

She nodded slightly, "It tastes good."

Wu Feng responded with a smile, "If you like it."

Feng Aotian said, "I can only make it for the Lord in the future."

Wufeng listened to her again, but he felt sweet in his heart, "Okay."

Feng Aotian picked up the side dishes and fed him personally, "Really good."

No wind opened his mouth and bit the vegetable, but he felt that it was the most delicious meal he had ever eaten in this life. He looked down and chewed quietly.

Feng Aotian didn't say anything any more, just gulping, it was very delicious.

After a while, Feng Aotian swept through the remaining clouds, and Feng Aotian was somewhat satisfied. These days, just to hurry, it feels good to be able to eat in the house like this now.

No wind got up to pack the dishes, "Get up and walk around."

auzw.com Feng Aotian got up and followed him out of the house, "Master will accompany you to wash the dishes."

No wind was not polite, but smiled indifferently.

Feng Aotian was thinking of going back to the palace, but thinking that it is too late now, and Han Jin is always her concern. She walked out of the kitchen, went to the medicine room, and sat down with Mu Hanjin. Aside, looking at him quietly.

Wufeng immediately sat beside her, she accompanied Mu Hanjin, and he accompanied her.

Before she knew it, the sky was bright, Feng Aotian raised her eyes to see that Mu Hanjin had slowly opened her eyes, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, raising her hand to take him into her arms, and asked anxiously, " Is it better?"

Mu Hanjin leaned against Feng Aotian's arms and nodded slightly, "Yes."

Feng Aotian smiled, then turned his eyes to look at Wufeng, lifted him up, hugged him and walked out.

Wufeng did not follow, but stood quietly at the entrance of the Medicine House, watching her leave like this.

Feng Aotian took Mu Hanjin back to his room, placed him carefully on the bed, and stared at him for a long while, "rest well, your master will be with you."

"Yeah." Mu Hanjin nodded slightly, looked at her with a smile, slowly closed her eyes, and fell asleep quietly.

Feng Aotian leaned aside and looked at him without saying a word.

One day later, Long Yin rushed over early the next morning. When he walked into the house, he saw Feng Aotian robes standing beside Mu Hanjin's side. He slowly stepped forward, standing next to her. Beside, "Wang Zun."

Feng Aotian raised his eyes to look at Long Yin, raised his hand to hold his cold fingers, and breathed lightly, "Why is it so cold?"

Long Yin smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth, "Long Yin has always been cold."

Feng Aotian stepped him back in front of the charcoal fire, "Go warm up."

"Yeah." Long Yin nodded and then stood by the charcoal fire, but his gaze always fell on Feng Aotian.

Feng Aotian looked sideways and watched Mu Hanjin just woke up, she helped him sit halfway, took a cotton pad and wiped the sweat on his forehead, "I look better today."

"Yeah." Mu Hanjin replied softly, "The emperor, have you guarded the minister all night?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "If you don't look at you, I'm worried."

Standing on one side, Long Yin retracted his gaze, just looking ahead.

Mu Hanjin raised her eyes to look at Feng Aotian, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly, "The minister is much better now."

Feng Aotian's eyes sank slightly, "I'm better, I will eat something, look at your bones."

Mu Hanjin lightly nodded her head and leaned against her arms, but felt that he would be content to stay together for a lifetime.

Feng Aotian turned his eyes to look at Long Yin, and whispered, "Come here."

Long Yin hesitated for a moment, and still stepped forward to stand in front of her.

Feng Aotian shook his hand, "It's warmer."

Long Yin thought, and smiled lightly, "It's better."

"There must be no rest in these few days." Feng Aotian whispered.

"Long Yin goes to the meeting first." Long Yin said and turned around.

Feng Aotian squeezed his hand, "accompany him back to the palace."

"Okay." Long Yin said softly while looking at her sideways.

Feng Aotian helped Mu Hanjin to lie down again, "Lie down obediently and wait for the master to come back."

"The emperor goes forward with peace of mind." Mu Hanjin nodded softly in response.

Feng Aotian got up slowly and ordered Qingfeng to prepare meals, while she took Long Yin back to the palace.

No wind entered Mu Hanjin's room, watching him eating, a faint smile hung on the corner of his mouth, "How can you be alone?"

Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and looked at him, "The emperor has returned to the palace."

No wind nodded slightly, and then sat aside, "You can last up to three days."

"Yeah." Mu Hanjin lowered her eyes, her curled eyelashes trembling slightly, and she responded in a low voice.

"However, her body is still not well." Wufeng continued, "I told her about it that day, and it didn't change her mind. You understand her mind, and we all understand."

"Yeah." A touch of pity flashed in Mu Hanjin's heart. Now he has only one fight. He doesn't want to die, let alone her dying. If it is truly irretrievable, he will accompany her no matter where he goes.

Wufeng raised his eyes and looked at him, "You take a good rest, there will be no accidents with me and Long hidden that day."

Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and looked at him, "Okay, thanks a lot."

No wind just nodded slightly, then turned and left.

Mu Hanjin had no appetite anymore, but thinking about her body, she could only hold on and eat bite by bite.

Feng Aotian took Long Yin back to the palace, Lan Jingshu just went to the court, but saw Feng Aotian descend from the sky and land in front of him.

He raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes flashed with joy, "The emperor."

"The weather is so cold these few days, why don't you take a break?" Feng Ao stepped up to the sky, put his hands on his ears, and said softly.

Lan Jingshu leaned back in her arms. This was the embrace he hadn't felt for a long time. This was the embrace he thought about day and night. This feeling made his heart filled with countless flames, he said gently , "The minister is okay, I'm used to it."

Feng Aotian rubbed his neck gently, "Then be careful, Master is waiting for you to come back."

Listening to her words, Lan Jingshu felt even more warm. He nodded, left her embrace, and walked forward.

Feng Aotian turned to look at Long Yin, and took his hand back to the Imperial Palace.

The two of them lay down on the soft couch, their souls have fallen, and they reported in a low voice, "Master, another city has been lost in Ajiu."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded. "The Tiger is fast enough. It took less than ten days before another one was taken away."

"That..." asked involuntarily.

"It's okay, go on, I want to see how capable this tiger is." Feng Aotian smiled at the corner of his mouth, "Let Ah Jiu don't worry."

"Yes," the soul replied in a low voice, "General Mu is also in trouble."

"Can't attack for a long time?" Feng Aotian whispered.

"Exactly." The soul raised his eyes and glanced at Feng Aotian, and replied respectfully.

"He has his own way. He has experienced all the strong winds and waves in the past. This is nothing. What's more, Leling has used all his killers. Naturally, he should not be underestimated." Feng Aotian is not worried, the strong are right. Only the strong can excite their potential.

"General Leng's panther captured the border city last night." Soul continued.

"Hmm." Feng Aotian's mouth raised slightly, "What a coincidence."

"General Leng hit an arrow." The soul raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian cautiously before whispering.

"Who shot the arrow?" Feng Aotian's eyes narrowed.

"Black Panther." The soul then replied.

"This person will let the Lord take care of it himself." Feng Aotian said coldly, "If you dare to hurt your Lord, the Lord will definitely want to pierce his heart."

The soul quickly lowered his head as he listened, "But the arrow was too sharp, and General Leng is now in a coma."

Feng Aotian’s eyes were cold and cold, and now she is indeed a clone, and if she used to, she would definitely go to see him, but now...

"What does the military doctor say?" Feng Aotian asked with a cold eye.

"It is said that he has lost too much blood, and he will be able to wake up in two days, but now the army is in a mess, I am afraid..." the soul said immediately.

"Let the soul belt people guard, and when necessary, give a tooth for a tooth, not just a leopard, break his tooth to the master." Feng Aotian said sharply.

"Yes." The soul replied, knowing that Feng Aotian was furious with Thunder, so he immediately retreated.

Seeing Feng Aotian worrying about Leng Qianye, Long Yin knew that she always seemed calm, but no one could hurt her. Whoever dared to touch it would be death, he whispered, "Wang Zun rest assured, cold There will be nothing wrong with Chiba."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded in response, then reduced the anger in his heart, raised his eyes to look at Long Yin, "You take a good break."

"Then Wang Zun accompany Long Yin." Long Yin said, raising his eyes and looking at Feng Aotian.

"Okay." Feng Aotian nodded, and then took him into his arms, kissed his lips, and then raised his hand to cover his eyes, "Give him a good rest."

"Yeah." Long Yin nodded, leaned in her arms at ease, and fell asleep quietly.

Lan Jingshu returned to the imperial dormitory before noon, raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian lying on the soft couch. He really relieved his heart, and thought that he was in a dream, but now he thinks she is back. On the contrary, she became a little nervous, because she had been away for too long, or because she had been worried about her body these days.

Feng Aotian watched him standing stupidly on the spot, just looking at her with a smile, she raised her hand and stretched out her hand to him, "Come here."

Lan Jingshu took off his cloak, stepped forward slowly, taking every step seriously, until he walked in front of her, slowly sat down, put his hand in hers, the warmth of his palm made him unable to resist With a tremor, he just said warmly, "My lord, how good are you?"

"Good." Feng Aotian squeezed his hand, motioning for him to lean in his arms.

Lan Jingshu withdrew his boots and leaned carefully in her arms. This was not a dream. He had a faint smile on his mouth, just staying with her like this.

For these three days, Feng Aotian had been with the Wind Clan, guarding Mu Hanjin, she knew this was the most critical time.

She raised her hand and held his hand. Three days have passed, and the moment Mu Hanjin woke up, she hadn't left a word yet, just watched her smile gently, then vomited blood and passed out.

Feng Aotian held him on top of the Wannian Cloud Altar of the Wind Clan, and placed him in the center of the Cloud Altar, while she sat beside him, Wufeng and Long Yin standing beside them. , And behind him was kneeling the blood matching Feng Aotian that Wufeng found.

Feng Aotian turned his eyes to look at the person in front of him, and then at Wufeng, "Make sure they are all alive."

"It's just that everyone cuts three bowls of blood, it's okay." Wufeng said lightly.

Feng Aotian nodded, then looked at Mu Hanjin, watched as Wufeng knelt aside, picked up one of Mu Hanjin's wrist, raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, "I released the poison in his body. Blood, and you inject your own blood into his body at this time."

"Good." Feng Aotian nodded.

No wind looked at Long Yin, "In a moment, you use your own spiritual power to separate a barrier, and then you put this on one person's cut wrist, and then put this on her other cut. On the wrist, pour their blood into her body."

"Okay." Long Yin took a very thin cicada silk from Wufeng's hand, everything was ready, just waiting for the hour to start.

Feng Aotian watched Wufeng busy methodically, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, she lifted the hand on Mu Hanjin's wrist, held the windless hand, and wrote a word on his palm At this moment, Wufeng Shicai's still indifferent face seemed to be dyed with a touch of brilliance, with a slight smile on his mouth.

No wind looked at Feng Aotian, "Don't worry, you will all live. If something happens to you, it's not just him who will die."

Feng Aotian knew what it meant to be alive.

This is a big day. Although Feng Aotian didn't say anything, it seemed that they all knew about it and understood the importance of it.

Cai Guo, Gu Yefeng stood by the window and looked out the window. He had been standing for a long time, and his heart seemed to stop immediately.

Leng Qianye was lying on the bed. She just woke up yesterday and can now get on the bed, but her body is still very weak. The black panther's arrow was poured into a powerful internal force, almost shattering his heart. Being able to wake up at this moment, but thinking of her in my heart, today is a big day.

Mu Hanyao raised his eyes and looked at the border of the ice and snow. Leng Qianye lost his place and lost a city, and Ajiu lost two places, and he couldn't lose it again. This place is the lifeblood.

Li Su stood beside Mu Hanyao, looking at him solemnly, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Only defend but not attack, close the city gate tightly, and no enemy army is allowed." Mu Hanyao said solemnly.

"Yes." Li Su replied, and then went to prepare.

With the wind and snow, he was covered in silver armor and covered with falling snow. The whole person was like a snowman built of snow, standing motionless on the tower, letting the wind and snow beat him.

Wu Yueguo, Ye Meixi stared out the window blankly, her mood had already drifted towards Fengqiguo, he was also waiting, whether it was life or death, only after today would he know.

In the secret room of Le Qiguo’s palace, Xing Wuyun was still lying comfortably on the soft couch, not carrying wine in his hand, but holding the sharp dagger, stroking it over and over again. Maybe, this dagger will soon be his Can be used a second time.

Xuan Mo State, Xuanyuan Yu clutched his heart, he stood in the hall, her heart and soul had dripped into his body and soul, his heart was trembling at this moment, uncontrollable pain .

Yi Mu has recovered very well these days. Ten days ago, he left the Spirit Clan and went to Caiguo to search for Feng Aotian, but in the middle of the journey he knew that she had returned to Fengqi Kingdom, so he went to Fengqi Kingdom day and night. When he hurried to the palace, he saw Lan Jingshu standing outside the emperor's bedroom, letting the wind and snow swept his brocade robe, he just stood there and said nothing.

Yi Mu fell with the wind and looked at Lan Jingshu, but he felt a little familiar.

Seeing a pink figure falling, Lan Jingshu raised his eyes and stared blankly, "Yi Mu, are you back?"

"What do you call me?" Yi Mu asked forward, puzzled.

"I call you Yi Mu." Lan Jingshu whispered, "I forgot. The emperor said you forgot your past memories."

"Yeah." Yi Mu nodded, "Where is Feng Aotian?"

"Will you wait for her to come back with me?" Lan Jingshu said quietly, as if begging. He didn't want to wait alone anymore. God knows how torturing this kind of suffering is.

Yi Mu could see the pain in his eyes, nodded slightly, and then stood beside him, the two looking in the same direction.

Caiguo, Wei Zimo stood in the attic of the restaurant, his cold eyes were filled with endless thoughts. He counted every moment. Every day here is like experiencing a spring and autumn. It was very difficult for him, he wanted her by his side now.

Feng Clan, Feng Aotian looked at the time has come, raised his eyes to look at Wufeng and Long Yin, and nodded at them. Wufeng separated Mu Hanjin's right wrist. In a flash, he saw a lot of ground. The black blood flowed out, and Feng Aotian was separated from her own wrist, and then separated his wrist. She used her internal force to transfer her own blood into his body, while Long Yin used her own wrist. His spiritual power injected the blood of the person behind him into Feng Aotian's body.

The sky is cold and the ground is freezing, but the clouds and mist above the Wind Clan's Ten Thousand Years of Cloud Altar, Qingfeng leads the tribe to guard the Wind Clan and keep no one from approaching, but they look up at the cloud altar, but they can see nothing , There was no sound everywhere, without any sound.

I don’t know how long it took, Feng Aotian’s face was white, but Long Yin and Wufeng didn’t dare to relax, let alone distracted. They didn’t dare to look at her eyes, but they ran into her in a moment. Her cold and firm eyes, and a faint smile on her mouth, are telling them not to worry about her.

After a long time, this ninth death, life for life, blood for blood, finally experienced countless years and was completed. Mu Hanjin is strong, and every death means his life. The end of, but he still survived, and now, the ninth death has been completed.

At the last moment, at the moment when the three of them put away their internal strength at the same time, Feng Aotian fainted with a smile while looking at Mu Hanjin who was lying on the ground.

Wufeng couldn't care about anything else at that moment, and hurriedly stepped forward and hugged her into his arms. When he detected her pulse, he was relieved immediately, turning his eyes to see Long Yin's face turned blue, he whispered, " Send her back to rest."

As he said, he bandaged her wrist, fed a pill into her mouth, and then turned to see Mu Hanjin.

When Long Yin listened to Wufeng's words, he breathed a sigh of relief. He carefully hugged her and flew away with his toes.

When there is no wind, she looked at Mu Hanjin lying on the altar of clouds, her eyes flashed with sadness...

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Dear friends, it turns out that the tile was broken yesterday. I had insomnia for two days and two nights. I had a headache and couldn't sleep. Yesterday, I was really powerless. The lemon that was broken will be added. Don’t worry, today’s chapter is not easy. , ╮(╯▽╰)╭

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